–The wildflowers
The wildflowers
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Freedom and dreams can be found in the field of the wildflowers.
The wildflowers
Wild flowers and sweet dreams.
Dancing nude and free.
You were my perfect woman.
I was your Bob Dylan.
Damning the fake dreams and lies of this world.
We would travel to photo the wildflowers fields.
Drank sweet red wine and laugh at the free wind.
We stood our ground and we knew.
The wild flowers dreams are hard to hold.
You were my love and I was your lovers in the middle of the dancing wildflowers.
We knew our time was short.
The fire of being fearless only shined for a short time.
The Winterizing of the heart and mind.
Leave two domain people wishing for butterfly kisses and
to make love in wildflowers field like children in heart once again.
Coyote/John Castellenas
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Wow, such a beautiful piece and the video was so sweet! Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Beautifully captured experience of living fully in the moment, John. Wonderful!
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We must. When life and fun is near. Need to grasp and hold it. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.
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You’re right, my friend. Always a pleasure to read your words.
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